
A pinch and a punch for the first of the month, and hello winter!

01 Friday Dec 2017

A pinch and a punch for the first of the month, and hello winter!

30 Thursday Nov 2017
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birding, birdwatching, British birds, Cardiff Bay, Coot, Ely embankment, Lesser black-backed gull, Linnet, long-tailed tit, Redshank, River Ely, Rock pipit, Turnstone

The 9th of November was a ‘5 Turnstone, 2 Rock pipit, 1 Grey wagtail’ kind of day at Cardiff Bay, with a cool wind blowing through huge banks of clouds and the odd rain shower. That didn’t deter the birds browsing along the embankment edge though.
On the 15th, a beautifully marked Song thrush was feasting on berries in the small front garden of one of the apartments that sits on the edge of the embankment (see Berries and Birds a few days ago), and, as well as 2 Rock pipits and 6 Turnstones, there were 3 Redshank grazing along the water’s edge – a nice treat. Also, a Lesser black-backed gull was looking exceedingly pleased with itself for finding a huge dead fish and vociferously defending its prize with loud screeching.
On the 17th – a ‘3 turnstone’ day – the star of the show was a lovely little Linnet. I’d seen a family party of parents and two fledglings grazing amongst the rocks here back in August so perhaps this bird was one of those.
My last November wander by the Ely was on the 25th, when 3 Turnstones, 2 Linnets (nice to see them again), 2 Pied and 2 Grey wagtails, and 1 Redshank were joined by a Dunnock and a small flock of Long-tailed tits passing through the shrubs edging the walkway. Also, something freaked out a group of Coots and, rather than ‘run’ rapidly across the top of the water as they usually do, they actually flew. I’d never seen coots fly before.


29 Wednesday Nov 2017
Rampike: Noun, meaning ‘A dead or dying tree, especially the bleached skeleton or bleached trunk of a tree killed by fire, lightning or wind; an upright stump, especially a burnt one’.

The Oxford Dictionary lists the word as being common in Irish English, English Regional, North American Regional, and Northern, though what Northern means is unclear. The rampikes in my photos are English (above) and Welsh (below).

28 Tuesday Nov 2017
27 Monday Nov 2017
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birding, birdwatching, British birds, Cosmeston Lakes Country Park, Green woodpecker, Picus viridis, woodpecker

My usual view of the Green woodpecker (Picus viridis) is a flash of its bright red Mohawk, bright green body and bright yellow rump as it rockets rapidly away from me. They are notoriously nervous birds and, as they usually feed on wide open expanses of grass – all the better to spot the dreaded photographer trying to creep up on them, they easily spot my clumsy attempts at stalking, and fly off at the drop of an ant. So, the few photos I’d managed to get were with my long lens on full zoom, with, invariably, the bird partly obscured by branches, twigs or long grass.

Until last Friday that is…. I was enjoying a wander at Cosmeston, when, having already unsuccessfully stalked one bird, I spotted another in a different field. This time, this woodpecker was completely occupied with poking in the damp soil for ants, and I was on a footpath behind a hedge. I moved to the grassy verge, took care not to step on anything that might crack or rustle, and kept my head down. If the bird looked up, I froze until it got back to its digging. There weren’t many gaps in the hedge so I still couldn’t get very clear or very close shots but I am still ridiculously pleased to have got these couple.


26 Sunday Nov 2017
Posted in autumn, nature, plants, wildflowers, winter
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autumn colour, Black bryony, British flora, bryony, poisonous berries, red berries, Tamus communis, winter colour
The name ‘bryony’ is entirely appropriate for this plant as it comes from the Greek word bruein which, apparently, means ‘to be full to bursting’. However, though the berries of Black bryony (Tamus communis) are cherry-red and luscious-looking, please don’t be tempted to eat them as they are deadly poisonous.

There are, in fact, two plants with the bryony name in Britain, White bryony and Black, but they are not part of the same plant family. Rather surprisingly, Black bryony is the only member of the yam family to grow here but, again, don’t be tempted to eat its roots. In spring and summer, Black bryony’s long tangling vines can be found rambling over, under and through the shrubs and bushes of hedgerows and scrub-lands, and in autumn and winter, though the heart-shaped leaves brown and drop, the masses of red berries brighten up the countryside for many months.
25 Saturday Nov 2017
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autumn berries, berries, berries and birds, berry eating birds, birding, birdwatching, Song thrush, thrush
In recent days, on my regular walks, whether in suburban streets or in the local parks and nature reserves, wherever I see berries there are birds, usually thrushes, gobbling down as many berries as they can find.

A Song thrush found its golden treasure trove in a tiny, but well-planted-for-wildlife garden amongst the apartments of Penarth Marina, and, below, this thrush, at Cosmeston Lakes Country Park, looked to have chosen a berry far too big for its beak but it persevered and, eventually, by applying a little pressure to squash the berry a fraction, down the hatch it went.

24 Friday Nov 2017
23 Thursday Nov 2017
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‘Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud.’

I never saw Cardiff Bay before the Barrage was built in the 1990s but, from photos I’ve seen, I believe much of the foreshore was a lot like this, as much of the coastline to the east of Cardiff still is.
22 Wednesday Nov 2017